"You guys prepare dinner, I'll go check on Zheng Zhonghe. These past few days, he must have come to his senses!"
Bai Xiaofan instructed the women, then stood up on his own, swaying as he made his way toward a nearby room.
"Brother-in-law, I'll go with you!"
Upon hearing the task of staying behind to cook, Murong Wan decisively got up and followed Bai Xiaofan, helping him as they left together.
"You little girl, if you don't want to cook, just say it!"
Bai Xiaofan looked at Murong Wan by his side and lightly pinched her nose.
"Brother-in-law, you spoil me so much, how could you bear to let me cook!"
Murong Wan coquettishly looked at Bai Xiaofan, her beautiful eyes twinkling with craftiness.
Murong Wan, that girl, had really grown familiar with Bai Xiaofan, and her words and actions were becoming increasingly unrestrained.
They pushed open the door and entered the room, facing Zheng Zhonghe, who was tied to a chair, and slowly took a seat opposite him.
